Buskers round wellington.

So I wandered around the streets of wellington.

I was the annoying one that kept interrupting the buskers.

Suuuuch fascinating stories.

The old man with the melodica- I went to his house the next morning.

He gave me his old piano accordion. Straight up.

WOW- he was waiting for the right person to give it too. AND BOOM IT’S mine.

Thinking about that interaction still makes me tear up.


Anyway let me share my stalker moments with you:


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